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Sometimes a sculptor’s day involves something else than aggressively pursuading a lump of clay or stone to take on unnatural shapes. Sometimes there’s mandatory computer work.

Ah the Olympics! Where people from all over the world have gathered to see if the water of the Seine is safe enough to swim in.

Long ago, when I was a tiny Friekje, still learning how to hold a pen and practicing my ‘o ‘s and ‘e’s, I had a not so secret dream. One day I would become a screenwriter. I followed the old gamer’s code: Git Gud.

One of my goals this year was getting a good understanding how the General Disability Act applies to my situation. Specifically where it comes to my sculpting practice and my ability to turn clay sculptures into bronzes. And huzzah! I’ve succeeded! …. Sort of. Let’s

If you look at Pablo Picasso’s art studio at 7 rue Grand Augustins in Paris, it’s larger than many of our homes! Contrast that to the A model Ford Georgia O’Keeffe used to create her work in.

Ahh… Research! Spending your days, poring over books in low lit rooms. Frantically writing down notes. Looking at graphs, pretending to know what they mean. I’m already falling asleep writing this down.

Much to their own chagrin, hardware stores hadn’t been invented yet in the Neolithic age. And so, these ‘simple people’ were forced to make their own tools. Which they did with a creativity and skill we can still learn from.

Like so many children, I too wanted to have my own Money Bin filled with pretty coins. (I also fantasized about owning a personal library and hidden weapon compartments around the house… but that’s a different story)

Christmas and New Year’s eve turned out to be the most wonderful time of the year for my lungs to act up again. In a vehement attempt to emigrate without me, I spend most of my time in bed.

Behold! A miracle! I have faced my fears and vanquished the demon that has haunted my waking world. Or, to translate in modern English: “I fixed the technical problem I was struggling with last time.”